It's about my mother

After a walk along the green belt, I went to Winco. It's a market, as my mother would say. Other folks call such places grocery stores, but I'll stick with market . . . because of my mother and because it's one word, easier to say than grocery store.

And, speaking of my mother, the drive home was all about her because of the music playing on my radio. It was Chopin's Fantaisie Impromptu, played by Garrick Ohlsson, an American pianist, a piano competition prize winner, who is known for his Chopin performances.

And, by the way, in 1917, the song I'm Always Chasing Rainbows was published. The melody is adapted--or, as I say, stolen--from Chopin's Fantaisie. All of which is neither here nor there.

Because it's my mother who comes to mind when I hear the Fantaisie Impromptu because she played it. I don't know how many times I heard it in our house. Not enough, I say now. I can see her at the piano. She had many students, you know, and it wasn't often that she sat down just to play.

How I'd love to hear her play that lovely Chopin piece again.  I will never separate it from my mother.